Chapter 1: Backstage Mischief
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Third Person POV
It was no secret that Sid was a tease. He loved to flirt and get handsy with the other guys. It was usually a few words and maybe some touching, though he often found himself waking up in another member’s bed. But despite that, it never deterred him from doing so again. So, it was no surprise when he started to get intimate with their newest member, Michael Pfaff.
It was nearing the end of one of their performances, when Sid really started to test the waters. For the entirety of the show so far, his eyes remained trained on Michael, watching the percussionist as he played, as he ran around, hyping the crowd up. The DJ’s own hands moved almost instinctively, his body more than familiar with the songs they were playing. And that allowed him to continue staring, even occasionally catching his gaze resting a little too long on the other man’s crotch. He couldn’t quite help it, though. It was very common for everyone in the band to do so to each other. And with Michael being apart of the band now, it was only natural.
Michael was having the time of his life.
As he played his percussion, he couldn’t help but notice that Sid’s gaze was locked on him the whole time. He knew that Sid was a flirt and a tease, but he didn’t mind it. In fact, he secretly liked it.
The staring and watching continued, until the next song, and the next. And then the next. And when the show finally ended, Sid hopped off the mini stage he had been restricted to for the past few minutes, and started padding towards Michael, a mischievous grin spreading across his face underneath his mask. When Sid started to approach him after the song ended, Michael could feel his heart racing. He couldn’t help but smirk under his own mask, knowing that whatever Sid was planning to do was going to be trouble. Sid, still wearing that same mischievous grin as he finally walked up to his fellow band member. One of his hands rested on Michael’s hip.
“Great performance,” he said in a cheeky tone, tilting his head to look up at the taller man. He then used his other hand to grab the material of Michael’s coveralls, his body turning and pulling the percussionist closer to him so that his own back was against one of the walls backstage, with Michael more or less keeping him against the wall. The rest of the band walked past the two, all too familiar with what was going on. Sid looked up at him with his usual puppy dog eyes, which glimmered with deviousness, lightly licking his lips before speaking again. “You did amazing out there.”
Michael let out a small chuckle as he was pulled closer. He was already used to Sid’s flirtations and teases, and he always found them amusing.
“Thanks, Sid,” he replied, his tone just as cheeky as he leaned against the shorter man, his hand resting on his hip. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” He then leaned in a little closer, his mask almost touching Sid’s. “But I have to say, your eyes were wandering quite a bit during the show.”
“Oh, really?” Sid questioned, raising a brow and feigning ignorance. He pressed his body up against his bandmate’s even more, his hand shirting from his hip and moving to grab onto his arm instead. “And what were my eyes wandering to?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and licking his lips once more. Their masks were just barely grazing against each other, the material almost making it seem like they were about to kiss. “You got any idea?”
"Oh, I've got a pretty good idea," Michael replied, his tone teasing. He took a step closer, pinning Sid even further against the wall. "Your eyes were glued to my dick for pretty much the whole show," he said bluntly, a smirk spreading across his face. "I know you can't resist me, Sid." Michael ran his fingers up and down along Sid's slim waist, his touch almost teasing as he continued speaking. "You're just waiting for your chance to get me alone, aren't you?"
Sid couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at Michael’s forwardness. He was used to being the one to initiate things, but there was something thrilling about having the tables turned on him. The way Michael was holding him against the wall, the way his body was pressing against his, the way his fingers moved across his skin - it was all driving him wild.
He looked up at Michael through hooded eyes, his expression a mixture of desire and coyness. “And what if I am?” He said in a low voice, his tone suggestive. “You gonna give me my chance, Mikey?”
Michael leaned in closer, his face now just inches away from Sid's. His hand gripped Sid's hip tighter, the other hand resting on his jaw. “Depends,” he replied, his breath fanning across Sid's face. “Are you worth my time?” His hand traced down the side of Sid’s face and down to his neck, his thumb lightly stroking his pulse point. “I’ve been told I have a pretty high standard when it comes to fun.” Michael smirked, the action only partly hidden under his mask. Sid swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. He could feel the heat radiating off of Michael's body, their chests almost touching. He could barely focus, his mind clouded with desire. He let out a soft sigh, arching his back slightly to get even closer to Michael. He could feel the tension building in the air, like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap.
"I think you'll find my standards are even higher," the DJ replied. "I doubt you could keep up with me." He lifted his chin defiantly, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
Michael’s eyebrows raised, clearly amused by Sid’s defiance. He moved his hand to Sid’s chin, gripping it between his fingers and forcing him to look directly at him. “Is that so?” He said, his tone challenging. “You think I can’t keep up with you? You’re underestimating me, Sid.” He leaned in even closer. “I’d say I’m exactly your type.” He ran his thumb lightly over Sid's bottom lip, the gesture slow and deliberate. The DJ could feel a heat pooling in his lower stomach already, like his body was telling him to quit the teasing and get on with it. But as tempted as he was, he also wanted to draw this out just a little longer. He tilted his head just slightly, so that the tip of Michael’s thumb entered his mouth. Sid lightly nipped at the digit, before, slowly and rather suggestively, gliding his tongue along it, coating it with warm saliva. Michael's eyes widened for a moment, the sight of Sid's tongue swirling over his thumb almost making him forget to breathe. He couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, his grip on Sid's chin tightening just ever so slightly.
"Someone's eager," he muttered, his tone still just as cocky as before. He was used to Sid's teasing and flirting, but there was something about the way Sid was acting that was catching him off guard. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself again. “You’re really testing me here, Sid,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. He leaned in even closer, his mask almost touching Sid’s ear. “You think I can’t keep up with your standards, huh? Why don’t you let me prove you wrong?” He nipped gently at Sid’s earlobe through the slit on his mask, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Sid's breathing quickened, his body reacting to Michael's touch. He could feel the heat radiating off of the percussionist's body, his own arousal growing with each passing second. He tried to keep up his cocky facade, but he could feel himself slipping. He didn't want to give in so easily, but he couldn't deny that he wanted this. He wanted Michael, badly.
“Prove it then,” Sid challenged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Show me what you’ve got.” Michael smirked, the fire inside of him growing even stronger. He took a step closer, pressing Sid against the wall even tighter.
“If you insist.”
He nipped at Sid's earlobe once more, before moving down to the exposed skin of his neck. He started to kiss and bite his way down along Sid's neck, his hand gripping at his hip tightly. At the same time, he moved his leg in between Sid's, his thigh pressing and rubbing up against his growing arousal. He continued to kiss and bite at Sid's neck, his lips and teeth leaving tiny marks and bruises along the sensitive skin. He could feel Sid's body reacting to his touch, his breath coming out in short gasps and pants. And every time he let out a moan, it only fueled the fire inside of Michael even more. The hand Michael had on Sid's hip left for a brief moment, impatiently undoing the zipper on his clothes and pulling his cock out. It then did the same to Sid’s clothing, though tugged down his boxers as well. His hand then moved lower, grabbing at the back of Sid's thigh. And with one swift motion, he lifted his leg up around his waist, making it easier for him to suddenly slam into the smaller man, forcing him to take his entire length without any preparation.
"Is this proving my point yet?" Michael asked, voice low and husky, akin to a growl.
Sid's mind was completely overtaken by pleasure as Michael slammed into him, his hands instinctively reaching up to claw at his back, leaving red marks behind despite the layers of clothes. There was a mix of pain and pleasure, but at the moment all he cared about was getting more. His body ached and squirmed, all attempts to hold back his moans and cries failing.
"N… n-no," he choked out, but even as he tried to deny it, to continue teasing, he struggled to focus on his words, much less put any meaning in them. He pressed his face against Michael's shoulder, trying to muffle the noises he was making as much as he could. Michael chuckled, his expression hidden under his mask, though if you could see it you’d undoubtedly see how cocky he looked. He knew he was right about what he said.
“You’re a bad liar,” he said, his tone amused, and at the same time, huskier than usual. “I can feel how much you’re enjoying this, Sid. How you’re just dying to have me. You just think you’re better than me, huh? That I’m not good enough for you? Not as good as the others you’ve been with?” He started to move, pulling back and slamming back into Sid before he could get an answer out. The force of his thrusts was almost brutal, but if Sid was getting more into it, he saw no point in holding back. “Doesn’t feel like I’m disappointing you, does it?” He bit at Sid's neck once again, before reaching up to pull at his hair to get more access to his skin. “I’m a pretty good time, aren’t I?” He paused for a moment to suck at the flesh, leaving a faint, purple mark. “You got a lot to learn, Sid. And I think I’m going to enjoy teaching you a few things.” He tightened his grip on the back of his thigh, practically holding him up with just one hand. "And who knows? Maybe you'll even learn to like taking orders from me."
Sid couldn’t even form a response. He opened his mouth, likely to try to snap back at the other or drop a snarky comment, but found that only shaky moans and pathetic whines left his mouth. His head was getting clouded with a fog of desperation and pleasure, the pain from earlier only adding to how much he wanted this, despite his desire to act like he didn’t. His hands held onto Michael’s body for support, his body feeling unusually weak, like it would crumble and fall at any given moment. Michael could feel the shift in Sid. He could feel him getting weaker, the cocky facade beginning to fade away. It was obvious that he was enjoying this. And Michael was enjoying the fact that he was the cause behind it, that he had made someone like Sid so submissive. He started to get more and more rough, almost to a point of aggression now. And the more desperate Sid got, the more dominant Michael became. There was just something about Sid that brought out this side of him, something about his attitude and behaviour that made him want to take control.
"You’re such a brat, you know that?" He growled, his breathing laboured. "You're always so cocky, so full of yourself. You need to be taught a lesson. And lucky for you, I'm the perfect person for the job." He leaned in closer to the other man's ear, his breath fanning across his skin. "You know what you look like, right now?" He asked, his tone almost mocking. "You look like a pathetic little whore, just begging for me to take control. You think you’re so special, so above everyone else, but the truth is, you’re not. You're just like everyone else, maybe even worse. You’re desperate for attention, and you don’t care who gives it to you. You'll take whatever you can get, as long as you get your fill. You're just. A. Whore.”
Michael could feel himself getting close to his limit. He was getting tired, exhausted from the effort he was putting into this. But he stubbornly continued, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. He knew he could push Sid even further, and he was determined to do so.
"You want me to come inside of you, Sid?" He asked, his voice low and rough. He was getting sloppy, his rhythm becoming erratic. He wouldn't last much longer, but he was trying his best to hold off. He leaned in closer, his lips just barely grazing over Sid's ear. "Answer me." He was so close to coming, but he needed to hear him say it. Needed to hear him beg for it. He was determined to break him, to completely and utterly destroy any sense of control the other man had over himself.
Sid couldn’t form words at that point. The entire world was hazy and his mind was completely blank at this point. It was like he was on another planet, his senses completely overcome by the pleasure and the pain. But even so, he still managed to mumble out a single word in response. “Yes,” he whined, though it was far from any sort of smug or teasing tone. By this point, it was clear that he was completely under control, that Michael had won the imaginary power struggle that had arisen between the two.
Michael couldn’t hold off anymore. The single word that fell from Sid’s lips was all he needed. It was the single, final piece that pushed him just over the edge. With a guttural moan, Michael came. His entire body shuddered as he instinctively pushed himself as far into the DJ as he could, practically burying his dick in him as cum sprayed from his tip, quickly filling Sid up. And just as he did that, it seemed to be just the thing the smaller man needed to reach his climax as well. However, instead of somewhat neatly orgasming into someone else like Michael had done, Sid came all over himself, his boxers, groin, and even the front of his coveralls were splattered with his cum.
The room was silent for a moment afterwards. The only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the two men, as they both tried to come back down from their highs.
Michael was still leaning against Sid, his body pressed against the other man’s, with one hand on the wall to support himself. He was breathing heavily, his heart rate still fast and his body tired. He pulled back, panting softly. He then smirked, a satisfied look on his face. “That’s what happens when you underestimate me, you little brat.” There was a sense of triumph in his tone. He had just proved to Sid that he was better than him, at least in this way. And the way that the DJ had submitted, how he had completely given himself over to him, had just fueled his ego even more. He pulled back a bit more, finally letting go of Sid’s leg, which he had been holding up before. He then took a step back, giving the smaller man a bit of space to breathe. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before mouthing off,” he said, his smirk still lingering on his lips.
He leaned against the wall next to him, crossing and arms and tilting his head back, looking at the ceiling. He tried to calm his breathing, his heart rate still coming down from the high. “I have to admit, that was pretty good.” He softly chuckled. “You definitely gave me a run for my money.” He then turned his head to look over at the other man, his expression almost smug. Sid, on the other hand, was panting and had a hazy glaze over his eyes. “You’re probably not going to be able to sit down for a while without thinking about me, you know.” He couldn’t help but tease him, it was just too easy. He loved seeing him like this, completely and utterly wrecked. It was a sight he couldn’t get enough of. He pushed himself away from the wall, standing up straight. “Come on,” he said, motioning for Sid to follow him. “Let’s go catch up with the rest of the guys.”
Chapter 2: A Nice, Hot Shower
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It didn’t take long for the two to find the rest of the band. They had to hitch a quick ride, which was rather awkward for the driver, considering that they hadn’t taken off their masks, and that, while they had zipped their clothes up, Sid was still covered in his own cum. But eventually, they arrived at the hotel the band would be staying at for the next few nights. It wasn’t anything too particularly fancy, but definitely not too bad. It was fairly large and neat for what they had paid for. It was about then were they told about the rooms. Purchasing one room for each member would be far too expensive, especially since they’d only be using said room to sleep and keep their belongings while they were touring. So, two guys had to share a room each.
Sid had only been half-listening as an unmasked Corey and Shawn listed who would be rooming with who, as he couldn’t, and wasn’t really able to, quite care at the moment. The only pairing he actually paid attention to was his own. He was assigned to share a room with Corey. He glanced up from where he had been staring at the ground, locking eyes with the vocalist through the eyeholes of his mask. Of course, like he had with pretty much everyone else in the band, Sid had some previous ‘intimate’ moments with the other man. So, this would definitely be interesting.
It was no surprise that they’d end up sharing a room together. Corey was one of the people who took part in designating the rooms, after all. Corey couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of sharing a room with the DJ. However, his gaze darkened slightly as he saw the aftermath of Sid and Michael’s encounter earlier.
He made his way towards Sid, placing his hand on his shoulder. His grip was tight but not to a painful extent. He leaned in close to his ear, his voice low so only the two of them could hear. “Looks like we’ll be spending some quality time together.”
He then turned his head slightly to look at Michael, who was silently watching the two of them. Corey’s expression held no animosity, but there was a clear sense of possession in his eyes, like he was marking his territory. He then turned back to Sid, his gaze intense as he studied the smaller man’s face.
He leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting over his skin. “You look a little tired, Sid,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Did Michael wear you out already?” Without even waiting for a response, he moved his hand to the small of Sid’s back, gently yet firmly guiding him towards the elevator. “Come on, let’s go get settled in.”
The ride up to their floor was silent, the only sound coming from the soft music that was playing over the speakers. Corey stood behind Sid, still gripping his waist. He couldn’t help but glance down, his gaze lingering on the stains on his coveralls. He knew exactly what had caused that, and the idea of it made his grip on his waist tighten even more. Meanwhile, Sid was lost in his thoughts, as he usually was after intercourse. But, despite his mind occasionally drifting off to a blank space, he was still very much aware of Corey’s hands.
When the elevator finally dinged to signal the arrival on their floor, Corey moved his hand up to the back of Sid’s neck, guiding him out into the hallway. They walked down the hallway to their room, Corey still closely following behind Sid, his hand still on the back of his neck. It was clear that he was intentionally walking a bit too close to him, occasionally bumping into him from behind.
And as they reached their room, Corey used the keycard and unlocked the door, pushing Sid inside, before closing and locking the door behind him with a loud thud. He didn’t give Sid any time to look around the room before he tossed the bag the younger man hadn’t even noticed he brought in with them, before he pushed Sid backwards towards the bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge of the mattress and forcing the DJ to sit down.
Corey then moved to stand in front of him, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the smaller man. “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you, Sid?” He asked, his tone dark and low as he leaned in closer, his lips just millimeters away from his ear. “You’ve been letting Michael touch you, letting him have his way with you, even though you belong to me.” His hand moved down to grip on his hip, his fingers digging into the fabric of his clothing. “I think I need to remind you who you belong to.” Corey then leaned in even closer, his breath hot against his earlobe. “You’re my pet, remember? And I don’t like sharing my toys with others.” His hand moved down to Sid’s thigh, his grip tightening even more. “What do you have to say for yourself, huh? What’s your defense?” He leaned in even closer still, his lips now so close to his ear that he could feel the heat of his breath. “You have no defense, do you?” He paused, waiting for a response, even though he knew he wouldn’t get one.
And as predicted, Sid didn’t reply, only mumbling a small “sorry” in response. His voice was quiet, and his eyes shifted to the side. He wasn’t as exhausted as he was earlier, as his weariness had faded away during the past few minutes, but his body was still a bit sore from his and Michael’s interaction. That, plus the fact that it was clear that Corey wasn’t in the mood to be disobeyed again kept him from teasing and challenging the vocalist. Of course, however, the other man was aware that Sid wasn’t limited to just one person, but when they were alone, they played into that idea. Corey smirked at the mumbled apology. It was exactly what he expected. He knew Sid better than anyone in the band, and he knew all of his little tricks and tactics. He knew how to get him to behave, and right now, he had him right where he wanted him.
He ran his thumb over the stain on his coveralls, smirking as he did so. “That’s what I thought,” he said, his tone almost condescending. “But don’t think that a simple apology is going to make up for what you’ve done.” His grip on his thigh tightened even more. He then moved his hand up to grip on his chin, forcing his head up to make him look at him. “I don’t like it when you let other people touch you. You’re mine, do you understand? Mine.” He leaned in closer, their faces now just inches apart. “You belong to me, no one else. So don’t go acting like a slut with anyone but me.” His expression darkened, his grip on his jaw becoming borderline painful. “You got that, Sid?”
The DJ quietly hissed at the pressure, hesitating for a split second as he was called out for behaving like a slut, but ultimately nodding his head, the response slight and slow. A part of him, the much more mischievous one, wanted, very badly, to challenge Corey, to make him more frustrated, as it was always more fun that way. But as much as he wanted to give into that urge, he found that his mind was still blank, and he was unable to compose any words of opposition at the moment. Corey was satisfied with his response, even if it was reluctant. He knew that Sid was still a bit tired and sore, and it was making him much easier to play with than usual. However, it did remind him that it had been someone else who had made him all compliant in the first place. Someone who wasn’t him.
He moved his hand to the back of the other’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair. He pulled his head back, forcing the DJ to look up at him, his grip almost forceful. “Good boy,” he said, his tone almost mockingly sweet. “You’re finally learning some manners.” Corey then leaned in even closer, forcing Sid to tilt his head even further backwards. He then paused, his gaze moving to the stain on the front of his coveralls. It was still there. A visible reminder of what had happened earlier. He lifted his free hand and traced his fingers over the fabric, his expression turning from mocking to one of mild irritation. “You’re a bit of a mess, aren’t you?” He said, his tone condescending. “I guess Michael really did a number on you.”
His hand then moved to the zipper on the front of his coveralls, and with one swift movement, he yanked it downwards. The fabric peeled apart, exposing a sliver of Sid’s chest and stomach, as well as his cum-stained boxers.
“You’re going to get cleaned up,” he said, his tone now commanding. “We need to get that mess out of you.” He pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go take a nice, hot shower together, yeah?” Corey then took him by the shoulder and pushed him forward, guiding him towards the bathroom. The door was left open as they entered, and the lights were immediately flicked on. Corey then released his grip on his shoulder and walked over to the shower, turning on the water. He then turned back to Sid, watching as he stood off to the side, a bit dazed and confused. Corey could see the exhaustion and soreness in his expression, and it made him feel even more satisfied. He was going to make the other man regret his actions.
The air in the bathroom was already beginning to fill with steam from the hot water, and Corey could feel the temperature in the room rising. He walked back over to Sid, his steps almost predatory. He stopped in front of him, and, without warning, he reached out and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer.
“Come on, let’s get you undressed,” he said, his tone mocking. His hands began to roam over the other’s covered torso, pulling the fabric off his shoulders. Meanwhile, Sid only allowed this to happen. Or at least, he didn’t quite fight back. His own hands moved up to undo the straps of his mask, before leaving it on the nearby countertop. With the lack of his mask and the clothes covering his neck and shoulders, the love bites and marks Michael had inflicted onto Sid’s body were exposed to Corey’s gaze. And while they were rather light and few, it didn’t matter to the vocalist. All that mattered was that Sid, his Sid, had marks on him, which he saw as another member’s attempt at proving ownership of him.
He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Corey gripped onto the fabric of the DJ’s coveralls and soon shoved them off of his torso, and off the rest of his body, leaving the other man in only his boxers. He then placed his hand on the smaller man’s lower jaw, tilting his head up to look at him. “Those are some pretty marks you’ve got there, sweetheart.” He was trying to keep his tone casual, but Corey’s grip on his jaw was starting to become borderline painful, his fingers digging into his skin, as a result of his irritation. He then turned the DJ’s head slightly so he was looking in the mirror, forcing Sid to look at his own reflection. “Do you see how many marks you have all over you?” He asked, his words laced with annoyance. “You look like a goddamn slut, just begging to be screwed.”
Sid stared at his reflection, eyes tracing over everything that he could see. The steam was slowly creeping up the edges of the mirror, but he could still see everything on his body quite clearly—the hickeys scattered across his shoulders and neck, ranging from shades of purples to reds, his smeared face paint, his messy hair, the now-dried stains on his lower half. He would have been lying if he said that he disagreed with the other man, but he didn’t exactly want to admit it, either. That particular insult always had an effect on him. They both knew that. So, instead, he kept quiet, shifting his gaze from the mirror, to Corey, and to the blank wall beside him.
Corey was getting annoyed with his stubborn silence. He knew that Sid could be a bit of a brat, but this was starting to get ridiculous. He let out a small scoff and pushed the other man back against the wall, his hands gripping onto his hip and chin tightly, almost painfully so.
“I asked you a question, slut. I expect an answer.” His irritation was quickly turning into anger. He didn’t like it when people ignored him, especially in situations like this. “I thought you learned your lesson last time, but I guess I was wrong.” He then grabbed onto his hip, forcibly pushing him closer so their bodies were almost flush against each other. He then leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing against his ear. ”Look. At. Yourself.” His words were spoken through gritted teeth, his tone harsh and unyielding. “You look like a cheap, used up, little whore. Anyone who sees you in this state is going to know exactly what kind of person you are.” He then turned his head so he was staring directly into his face, his expression dark and predatory.
“Do you like being treated like a toy? Like someone’s plaything?” Corey’s words continued, his voice cruel and mocking. “You love it when people treat you like nothing but a piece of meat, don’t you? You get off on it. You love being degraded and humiliated. It’s all you’re good for, after all. A slut for people to use and discard. No one could ever want you for more than just a cheap, meaningless fling.” His grip on his chin tightened even more until his fingers were practically digging into his skin. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
There was silence. And then, a soft-spoken response from Sid. “Y...yes,” he mumbled. His words came out indistinct, but managed to reach Corey’s ears. Although his eyes remained strayed far from the other man’s, he could feel his sharp gaze on him, and his breathing subtly grew heavier, feeling a very much familiar sensation bubbling in his body. Corey’s smirk widened at the other’s words. He knew that he had won, as usual. However, there was a lack of respect in his response, which he didn’t quite like.
“Yes, what?” Corey said, his tone harsh. “Yes, what? Say it.” He wanted to hear those words directly from his mouth. He wanted to know that the other man was aware of their power dynamic. He grabbed onto his chin, forcing his head to angle upward so he was looking directly into his eyes. The steam from the shower was becoming thicker, the room rapidly filling with heat. The temperature between the two men had also increased, the tension almost palpable.
“… yes, sir…” Sid eventually said, though his words were hesitant and quiet. He was clearly trying not to misbehave, but couldn’t help but slip in a slight edge to his words as he was forced to stare at Corey.
Corey’s expression darkened at the disrespectful tone in his words. “Don’t get smart with me, slut,” he said, his hand moving up to grab his hair roughly, yanking his head back. He was getting irritated by his defiance, which was something typical and to be expected from Sid, but still annoying, nonetheless. He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching the other man’s and whispered, “I own you, remember? You belong to me. I don’t want to hear you being snarky with me, especially not after what I just saw.”
The grip on his chin and hair was getting painful, and Sid’s head was beginning to get a bit dizzy from the rough treatment. But there was no point in struggling or trying to escape, as he was simply no match for Corey, especially given his current state. He knew that the other man wouldn’t hurt him too much, but he did tend to get a little more than just a bit rough when he wasn’t in a particularly forgiving mood, like right now.
So, he did the only thing he could think of in this situation, and that was to surrender. He swallowed back his pride and replied quietly, “I’m sorry, sir…”
Finally, an actual apology.
Corey was slightly surprised by the lack of resistance from Sid, but that was definitely going to make this easier. His expression softened ever so slightly. “Good boy,” he said, his tone still holding an edge of irritation, but not as much as before.
Corey then pulled the other man into a bruising kiss, his hand still gripping his hair, and tongue soon forcing its way into his mouth. His other hand snaked down, roughly tugging down the last garment that covered Sid’s body—his boxers—which now pooled alongside his coveralls on the floor. The kiss was rough and almost violent. Corey's tongue forced its way into his mouth, taking dominance and control. He explored every inch, wanting to feel as if he owned him. Sid's mouth tasted vaguely of smoke and alcohol, a testament to the night that they had gone through. As his tongue continued to plunder, his free hand soon moved to the back of his neck, holding him as if he was afraid that he might escape.
The room continued to fill with more and more steam, and the temperature continued to rise ever so slightly.
Corey then broke the kiss, and moved his lips to his neck, and then his jawline, and then his shoulders, leaving a trail of saliva and marks on the skin. Anywhere he could reach. He wanted to leave as many marks on the other man as possible, to show that Sid belonged to him. He soon found himself at his collarbone, and he bit down on the sensitive skin, hard enough to leave a dark hickey that would likely take a good few weeks to fully disappear. Sid let out a small, whimpered moan as he was bitten, his body becoming more and more responsive. With every new mark, he was slowly drifting off into a submissive headspace, as a result of the sensory-overload and the many sensations rushing throughout his body. His mind began to go blank, and a familiar feeling of excitement and anticipation began to grow in his gut. Corey smirked into his neck, satisfied with the response he was getting. He could feel Sid’s body slowly becoming more and more pliant, losing the little resistance he had. It was like a drug to him, knowing that he could easily get the other into this state, to know that he was the reason Sid was making these noises.
His kisses and bites then moved to the space that connected his neck and his shoulders, leaving more marks on the canvas that was his skin. After spending a few more moments throughly leaving behind evidence of his claim, Corey then said, “Get in the shower.”
Sid silently complied, shuffling towards the shower. He entered it, and almost immediately, the tension in his body turned to void. The water was the perfect temperature, and the spray of the showerhead felt almost therapeutic as it hit his body. He shut his eyes, letting the water hit his face and run down his body. Meanwhile, he could hear the sounds of clothes rustling and being taken off through the sound of the shower, which was soon followed by the feeling of a pair of hands on his hips. Corey was now completely naked as well, which was incredibly apparent as he pulled Sid back against him, their bodies flush together. The water cascaded down both of them, the heat from the shower combining with their own body temperatures, which was making the space between them all the more hot, in so many ways. Corey pressed his chest up against the other man's back, his hands soon roaming all over his body, touching and caressing all of his most sensitive spots.
He placed a few soft kisses along the back of his neck, and then said, “Lean forward.” He wanted to get to cleaning the other man as soon as possible. Although hesitantly, Sid did as he was told, leaning forwards, with his forearms and hands against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. It left him feeling vulnerable, as his back was forced to be arched quite a bit, and he was unable to see Corey from this position. But still, he was in no place to attempt to argue or try to go against Corey. And if he was being completely honest, it only added to the still-present heat in his lower stomach. Corey was more than content with Sid’s obedience. A part of him wanted Sid to disobey, just to give him more reasons to punish him, but the other part of him was just as content with watching him obey every order. It was all a game of power, and currently, he was winning.
Corey then began to gently massage his shoulders and back; rubbing the tension away. It was still clear that the other was sore, which was a result of the earlier escapades. However, Corey did feel that something had to be cleaned, and began to slowly move his hands downwards. Soon, his hands came to a stop, resting on the other man's hips. Corey's grip was almost bruising, his fingertips digging into Sid’s skin, as he pulled his hips back, forcing his body to arch even more.
He then placed another kiss to his neck, his words hot and against his ear, “I’m going to clean you up, sweetheart,” he said. "And I'm going to make sure you're nice and clean. Inside and out." Corey leaned in closer, so that his mouth was right beside his ear, “You’re gonna need to relax. This isn’t going to feel too great, but I know you’re a good boy, aren't you? My good boy.” With that, his grip on the other man's hips grew tighter, and he gently spread his legs open a bit, which only allowed him to be even more exposed to the other. Corey's hand was soon trailing down, slowly and teasingly, to the cleft of his ass.
“Don't move." The words were spoken in a stern, demanding tone, and it was evident that there wasn’t a single trace of doubt in any of Corey’s words, no hint of it being a mere suggestion. He was going to do what he wanted, and Sid was left without much of a choice in the matter. With his command given and the warning made, Corey shifted slightly and began to reach for something that seemed to be the bottle of body wash, and soon, he was coating his fingers with the soap. It had an almost gel-like texture, and was oddly slick and smooth.
Corey’s fingers soon returned, and he began to gently trace around the younger man’s entrance. He could feel a shiver rippling down Sid’s spine, earning a short and amused huff. “Just relax, sweetheart. I'm only going to use one finger, alright?” He said, his tone was more soft now, soothing, even. It was a stark contrast to his earlier attitude, and his words were surprisingly gentle. Of course, it wasn’t for any particularly thoughtful or caring reason, but rather just to ease Sid.
He then gently pushed his middle finger against his entrance, the soap working both as a lubricant and to clean away the mess Michael had left. Despite the care of his ministrations, Corey's words were not to be taken lightly. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and he was the type of person who usually didn't take a 'no' as an answer, especially from someone in as submissive a position as Sid was in right now. The tone in his voice made it clear that he wasn't messing around. But still, Sid quietly whined, trying his best to remain unmoving, but ultimately squirmed in place, his legs shifting, and his hands clenching slightly at the ache. He had already been loosened—thanks to the percussionist—but it instead replaced what would have been discomfort with a slight pain. Of course, this wasn’t the first time they did this, but Sid never seemed to be able to fully get used to it.
A loud smack echoed through the shower, quickly followed by a small, sharp gasp from Sid's mouth. Corey was becoming irritated. "What did I just say?” He then gave him another firm swat, a bit harder this time. "I said don't. Move. Sweetheart." He punctuated each of his words with a slap on his ass. "When I say something, I expect you to listen to me. I expect you to listen to me every. Single. Time.”
Another hit.
“Do you understand me?”
And another.
Corey's words were beginning to be intercut with Sid's gasps and whimpers, as the shower continued to run. "Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, his tone still holding a sharp edge. "Are you going to keep disobeying?" He wanted to hear the other man say something. He wanted to hear him respond to his earlier instructions, and he was not a man who was very willing to wait for an answer. Corey was growing impatient, his ire starting to reach a new level, and he continued to wait, and wait.
Until finally, a voice came out of the other’s mouth. “I-I—yes, sir… I understand.” The words were muttered, almost incoherent, and they seemed to strain at his throat. It didn’t help that a stinging feeling radiated through his backside, keeping him from thinking clearly. But at least he was saying something.
“Good boy.” Corey’s expression softened momentarily at the other’s response, though his irritation was still present. But he was satisfied with his answer, just for now. “Now, don’t move,” he said, his tone still stern and demanding, “Not even a little bit, understand?” Sid could only manage a weak nod, but his response earned him a sharp smack to the thigh. Corey’s impatience was reaching its peak. “Use your words. I said, understand?” The older man’s expression was still stern, but there was a look of annoyance clear as day. There was only so long that he could hold his patience, and it was running out.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” Sid quickly stammered out, his words coming out as a pathetic whimper. He could feel his legs trembling now, the position he was forced into rather strenuous, and he started to doubt if he’d be able to remain standing for very long.
“Good,” the older man replied. His tone was noticeably calmer this time. The response was what he had wanted, and it was what he would have been content with. However, he still had his goals to fulfill. “Now, don’t move. I’m going to start cleaning you now, sweetheart,” he purred, placing his free hand on his hip, a gentle gesture that was surprisingly tender. Despite his calm demeanor, Corey was still using a bit of force, albeit, he was being relatively gentle. His finger was slowly working to clean him, pumping in and out almost methodically, as if he was being meticulous. However, it was obvious that he was taking his time just for his own enjoyment. The sounds of their movements and breaths were the only noises heard, other than the sound of the shower. The silence was almost heavy in the air, and the only thing Sid could do was try his best to remain still, and try his best not to let out any noises. But considering the situation he was in, that was an almost impossible task.
After what seemed like a longer period of time than it truly was, Corey was seemingly finished, gently moving his finger away and leaning closer, his body flush against the other man's.
Corey then lifted Sid’s chin with a firm grip, forcing him to look at him, and said, “Turn around.” The words were spoken in a commanding and firm tone, leaving no room for argument. He wanted to see his face. The older man’s gaze then roamed over Sid’s body as the younger man started to turn around, taking note of the redness on his thighs, and especially on his ass.
Adorning Sid’s face was an expression that Corey always enjoyed seeing on the other man; his face, red and flushed, and his expression vulnerable. It always made him feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew he was in charge, and he enjoyed the power he had over Sid—it was something he often liked to taunt him with. He liked to push him to his limits, both physically and mentally.
Corey then placed his hands on the backs of his thighs, and hoisted him up, until his legs were wrapped around his waist. And almost on instinct, Sid’s arms went to wrap around Corey’s neck to avoid falling. He then manoeuvred them so that the other man’s back was against the wall, and the water was trickling down over both of their bodies. He then put his hands under his thighs, his grip bordering on painful now, and pulled him even closer, until there was almost no space between them and Corey was able to capture his mouth in a bruising kiss. The water made the kiss almost wet, while their bodies were both heated from the shower. It was all too stimulating, and every place their bodies seemed to connect felt like fireworks. As the kiss continued, a small moan involuntarily escaped from the back of Sid’s throat, and his arms began to tighten their grip around Corey’s shoulders. He was beginning to lose himself into the sensations, his mind growing hazy and his thoughts becoming less and less coherent. He could feel a warmth building down south, and subconsciously tried to grind against Corey’s body. It wasn’t often that he’d have encounters like these back to back, especially in the same night, so a part of him was genuinely surprised that his body was even reacting like this. But then again—what else did he expect?
Corey felt the smaller man press his body harder against him, and he could feel a faint twitch, as well as something prodding against his hip. He smirked into the kiss, the movement not going unnoticed.
“Already getting hard, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss. Despite the tone of his words, there was a hint of a tease to it. Corey’s grip on his thighs was still firm, and he was holding him up against the wall with little to no effort. “You like this, don’t you?” He then asked, his gaze locking with the other’s. The younger man could only nod, not trusting himself enough to speak. He was afraid of what might come out, considering how his breathing had been reduced to mere gasps that came out at irregular intervals.
To his response, Corey had another smirk grow on his lips. “Words, Sid. Use your words. Don’t forget,” he said, before he then placed a kiss on his neck, followed by a hard bite. He pulled away, leaving behind another mark on the other’s skin. Corey then leaned in again, his grip tightening even more, and he began to place slow bites and kisses along his jaw, up to his ear, and he then spoke, his voice barely above a murmur, “Say it.”
It took Sid several seconds to find the ability to properly respond, his brain struggling to form words. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, and his thoughts were so clouded that he had difficulty focusing on anything except for the heat of Corey’s body pressed flush against his.
“I-I-“ he finally managed to say with a trembling voice, “I like this. I-I… I like it…” His words were coming out in short, ragged breaths, and his body was quivering ever so slightly.
A pleased humming sound escaped Corey's lips at the response. "Yeah? You like this? You like it when I hold you up with no effort at all? You like being in this position? Being vulnerable?" With each question, Corey punctuated his words with another kiss, leaving a trail of marks down his neck and on his chest. “You're just a little masochist, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Sid didn't even have the energy to speak anymore. He could merely let out soft moans and gasps. His mind was already beginning to go blank from the onslaught of sensations overwhelming his body, and the grip on his thighs was only adding to how overstimulated he was feeling. His body felt as if it was moving aon its own, and he had no control over the way it grinded against Corey's. It was almost like he was searching for some sort of friction, but he didn't know how to articulate it. Corey noticed this. He was paying attention to everything the other man did, noting every little reaction and expression. The way Sid’s body was moving against him, the way his breathing came out in short, ragged gasps, the sounds that were coming out of his mouth; it was all so very obvious. A smirk then grew on his face, and he leaned in even closer, “You want something, sweetheart?” He purred, his voice a little mocking but still gentle, even. “You need to be specific and tell me what you want, Sid.”
Sid's head was spinning too much to focus on doing anything other than trying to respond, but he could already feel the blood rushing lower and lower—he was sure that he was starting to leak again. It was all starting to get too much, and he let out another soft whine. "Please...” He managed to say, his voice strained and coming out breathy, “please... C-Corey…” His hips continued to move without him even meaning to, his body just searching for some sort of sensation. He was desperate at this point, begging for something, just anything. “… I-I need y-you…”
"Need me?" Corey's smirk grew, and the look on his face was almost teasing. He was enjoying this display too much. The man was desperate and needy, and it was all too fun. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” He then leaned in closer, his mouth hovering near his ear, “Use your words. Be a big boy for me.” His tone was almost patronising, like he was talking down to him. But, of course, it only served to increase how aroused Sid was.
To this, Sid could only respond with a small whine, and another buck of his hips, smearing the pre-cum that was leaking from his tip against Corey’s torso. He was already starting to grow frustrated again, wanting, so badly, to be fucked, but unsure of how to voice it. His thoughts were slowly beginning to deteriorate and turn even more fuzzy. He wanted... No... he needed something... anything at this point. And the way Corey was teasing him was only driving him even more crazy. The desperation was beginning to show, and his body was squirming involuntarily. His mind was slowly going blank, and all he could do was look at Corey with those soft, blue, doe-like eyes of his, glazed with a desperate, pleading look.
Corey was almost entranced. He was enjoying this a little too much, he thought to himself. He had never seen Sid get quite this desperate before, but now, he was behaving almost like a needy, whiny, puppy. It was a rather cute sight, Corey thought. He wanted to keep it going, wanted to see how far he could take it before he had to reward him.
Corey then slowly leaned in again, his gaze never leaving the other’s face, and he planted a soft kiss on his forehead, speaking in an almost gentle tone, “You’ve forgotten how to speak, sweetheart?” He then proceeded to place soft kisses on both of his cheeks and his jawline, leaving a trail as he went. Once he was close to his mouth, he pulled back slightly, but before the other man had a chance to complain, he softly spoke, “Tell me, what do you want?” Corey’s gaze turned even sharper, even more demanding, as if he was trying to coax the words out of him. “Tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.” He leaned closer this time, his lips hovering just an inch away from Sid’s mouth. A faint gasp came from Sid’s mouth at Corey’s words, the tone of his voice sending chills down his spine. The words were teasing, almost condescending, and it only served to make him shiver more. He was desperate—and they both knew it. But, for some reason, he could barely bring himself to speak. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what Corey wanted him to say, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. He felt another small moan slip past his lips.
Now, Corey could only describe the expression on Sid’s face as adorable. He was desperate, he was needy, and he was practically squirming under his touch. The fact that he couldn’t even bring himself to speak was also a bit endearing, and it only added to the cuteness. He was behaving so much like a puppy that Corey felt a sudden urge to put a leash on him.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” He then placed his mouth on his neck, lightly biting him. “Say it.”
In response, Sid could only let out a short, sharp breath, feeling the older man's teeth lightly scraping at his neck. It was only a small jolt of pain, but it was enough to make him gasp. In his desperation, he had already started to give up on his efforts to speak, his mind going blank with a mixture of arousal and exhaustion. But then, all of a sudden, he found himself blurting out the words he had been struggling to manage out.
"I-I need you t-to fuck me," Sid breathed out with a hitch in his voice. There was a shift in Corey’s gaze. He could feel it, a slight change, a certain kind of satisfaction. The DJ had finally spoken. He had used his words. He had verbalised his needy desires. Sid’s words, as simple as they were, had finally gotten the response he was waiting for. The expression on the older man’s face changed, his gaze going even darker, even more intense. He could feel his grip on his thighs, almost to the point of drawing blood.
“Say that again, sweetheart.”
Sid let out feeble whine that barely reached the vocalist’s ears over the sound of the running water, but quickly obliged. “… Fuck me, C-Corey,” he repeated, his words now a plead. “Pl-please…” Meanwhile, the grinding motion of his hips had yet to cease, instead, growing more desperate, the longer Corey delayed giving him what he wanted. Corey hummed in satisfaction. He was enjoying this a little too much. Seeing Sid so desperate and needy made him feel a sense of power that was intoxicating.
“You’re begging me now, sweetheart?” He asked, his tone still a little bit teasing and very much amused. “You really must need it, huh? You really want it that bad?” Corey moved in even closer, his body practically pinning the other man against the wall. He then leaned in towards his ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down Sid’s spine when he said, “I’m not planning on going easy on you.”
There was a moment of slight anticipation and silence from the younger man, before his brain finally caught up with the words that Corey has spoken. Once the words had finally hit him, he felt excitement begin to well up inside him, and he nodded in a swift motion. He wanted whatever the vocalist would give him, needed whatever Corey would give him. Just the words alone, and the promise that was held behind them, was enough to make him shiver in anticipation. He wanted Corey’s touches, wanted the attention, needed the physical contact, something, anything, at this point. He didn’t care if he was proving Corey’s previous words right—rather, he’d gladly admit his promiscuity and degrade himself, just so he could find a release to all the pressure building in his body. Despite the shower having gone lukewarm, Sid’s body was hot and flustered, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged. The way Corey was talking to him, the way he was using his words to control him, was a mixture of humiliating and gratifying all at the same time. It was a strange feeling, but one that made it impossible to think properly, his mind clouded with lust. He was so focused on the sensations, however, that he almost missed the other man’s next words.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
And before he could even respond, Sid could feel something girthy press against his entrance. He didn’t even have to look down to know exactly what it was. His arms tightened around Corey’s neck as he let out a low groan that was a mix of pain and pleasure as he felt it move inside him, slowly but surely filling him. His eyes squeezed shut, and he tried to force himself to relax, as being tense would do nothing to help ease the pain. Corey’s grip on the other man’s thighs had shifted from firm to almost bruising, and his nails had left behind bright red marks on the soft skin. The water was still slightly trickling down their bodies, but the noise was almost drowned out by the gasps and moans coming out of the DJ’s mouth.
Corey’s expression was one of satisfaction, his gaze locked on the other man, taking in every single small reaction. As he slowly pressed into the other man, he spoke, his tone breathy, “Such a dirty, little, needy thing, aren’t you, Sid?” He leaned forward, so his lips would graze his neck again, leaving another small, soft kiss. "You’re just begging to be filled, aren’t you?” He then bit into the soft skin in between his neck and shoulder, his teeth digging a little into the sensitive skin, and his hips pushed forward, to fill him up. Corey heard the low moan that came from the other man’s mouth, and the sound was almost obscene and needy, in a way that was almost adorable. His hips pushed forward, continuing to fill him up. “Look at you, taking me so well,” Corey purred into his ear, his tone still a little cocky, “You might look innocent, but—“
Corey then bit into his skin, making sure to leave another mark.
“You’re nothing—“
Another bite.
“But a filthy,”
And another.
“little,”
One more.
“…whore.” The word left his mouth like the hiss of a snake. It was sharp in his mouth, a bit cold, and maybe even a little cruel, but it still held a sense of possessiveness, of ownership. As if whatever was happening at the moment, Corey owned him, and the feeling was only enforced when felt the younger man shiver, like the word was an electric shock. The word came out with a certain sense of domination, the kind that would make anyone shiver. But, given the situation, it had a stronger effect on the other man. Corey could feel the way his body tensed for a moment, his hands tightening around his neck, and his thighs trembling. The words, though a bit harsh, still held meaning, and neither of them could deny what it implied. In reality, there was no denying that Sid was a whore. He liked the touch of others, liked the attention given to him; he was nothing but a whore at the end of the day. If Sid could be any one word in the vocabulary, it was ‘whore’. And right now, he was his whore.
Corey then pulled back, only to slam back into him. His gaze locked onto the other man, taking in the way he bit his lip to hold back the multitude of gasps and moans that threatened to slip past his lips at any given moment.
He then leaned close, his mouth hovering near his ear again, a small gasp leaving his mouth. He slowed the motion of his hips to a slow, torturous tempo, and spoke again. “Don’t hold back.” He then leaned in to kiss him on the forehead again, his grip on his thighs never faltering, “Make all the sounds you want. You can scream if you want to.” Corey’s words were slow and oddly sensual, and it was almost like he was tempting him into doing something. Sid hesitated, still trying his best to keep any sounds in, despite Corey’s words. While he hadn’t been listening to the room assignments earlier, he had distinctly remembered seeing Shawn and Jim entering the room right next to theirs. While they were very much aware of the situations Sid often got himself in, the DJ still couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at the idea of them overhearing him. Corey could almost sense the hesitation and embarrassment in Sid. He knew that the other man was still trying to hold back any noises, despite the current situation they were in. Corey felt a little amused by it, almost like it was cute in a way, to see the other man trying to act like he wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was.
“This is what you like, isn’t it?” He sudden said, moving his head so he could kiss a sensitive spot, his words coming out just a hint above a whisper, “You like the attention, the touch, having all eyes on you.” One of Corey’s hands travelled down his body, and lightly grazed his stomach, “Having everyone watch you, all eyes on you, all the time.” His words were slightly condescending, almost like talking to a child, “That’s the kind of attention you want, right? You want attention, right, Sid?”
There was a small gasp that involuntarily left Sid’s mouth at Corey’s words. They were like a low, painful hit to a rather soft spot, and the words almost made him shiver a bit. He couldn’t deny that a large part of him enjoyed the attention. They both knew that deep down, Sid loved the attention, maybe even craved it, and the way Corey mocked him about it in his words and treatment was starting to feel a little humiliating.
“… Yes,” he found himself responding, his voice coming out in a whiny and meek tone. His legs shifted around Corey’s waist a bit, his body already impatient with the languid speed the other man was moving at. Corey smirked at his words. He heavily enjoyed seeing him in this state. It was almost like he had some sort of power over the other man, and he was starting to grow addicted to the feeling.
“You love the attention, huh?” He then leaned to his ear, “That’s what you want, right?” His breath was hot, his tone almost mocking, “You want everyone’s eyes on you, right? You want my eyes on you?” The pace of his hips didn’t change, however. His movements were still agonisingly slow.
”Y-es.” The response came the almost immediately from Sid, his breathing quickening. The tone of his broken words was a mixture of desperation and slight embarrassment, and that only seemed to spur Corey on more. The vocalist loved every second of this, every tiny shiver, every gasp and moan that escaped the other man’s mouth.
”Yes? Yes, what?” Corey said, his gaze still as sharp as could be. He wanted to hear him say it, wanted him to beg for more, to ask for something. He needed to hear the words that he knew the other man was too embarrassed to say. He knew exactly how to bring those words out, and he was going to use every method to make sure he got the response he wanted. “Say it. Say you want my attention.” He then slowed his pace even more, his movements now somehow even more torturous. Sid whined and squirmed, obviously finding this pace insufferable. His body craved more, for Corey to do more to him. His hips attempted to grind down against his bandmate, though his position prevented him from fully doing so.
Eventually, however, he suddenly spoke up, his voice trembling and cracking with desperation, unable to take this slow pace anymore. “I-I want your attention, I need it…! Corey, please… j-just go fa-ster!” The last word was drawn out a bit, sounding quite similar to a complaining child. The words were like music to Corey’s ears, and he hummed with satisfaction. Hearing Sid beg was like a drug, and he was beginning to get addicted to it. To hear the way Sid’s voice wavered and broke, to feel his trembling body against his, was a rush that Corey couldn’t get enough of.
He leaned close, and placed a soft kiss on his jawline, and spoke, his voice low, “That’s a good boy.” Then, he suddenly snapped his hips forward. The noise that left the DJ’s mouth was a mix of a whine and a sob, and it was obvious that he was desperate for something, anything. And Corey, despite enjoying his current slow, languid pace, was more than willing to give him what he wanted, no longer feeling in the mood to continue teasing. His thrusts were brutal, quick, hitting the right places with every movement. The sounds from both of them were lewd, echoing inside the bathroom like a dirty secret. Corey’s grip was bruising, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, guaranteeing that it would eventually turn purple later in the day.
The sensations were almost overwhelming, and Corey felt himself starting to get lost in it, too focused on the sensations and the sensations alone. It was as if all his other thoughts, all his other senses, had shut down, leaving him in some sort of trance-like state. The words that left Sid’s mouth were a mess of moans and gasps, and he could feel the heat coil tighter and tighter in his stomach, almost like a rubber band about to snap. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and the need for release was like an itch that he couldn’t seem to get rid of. The bathroom was like an enclosed bubble, the acoustics in the room amplifying every sound, and the steam from the water continuing to condense on the walls and mirror, almost like a film of fog. It was clear that neither of them were being very mindful of trying to keep their activity a secret anymore. They were being loud, and neither of them seemed to care. The sounds coming from the younger man’s mouth were becoming more erratic, more needy. It was becoming clear that Sid was getting close, and Corey wasn’t far behind.
The vocalist pressed another kiss on his jaw, then, without warning, bit down right on the soft spot right next to his pulse point, drawing out a desperate whine. The feeling of Corey's teeth on his neck was enough to send Sid over the edge. He felt a wave of pleasure crash over him, and he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his throat as he unknowingly came, his cum getting washed away by the water as quickly as he had orgasmed. Even Sid himself hadn’t expected him to finish that early. But he wasn’t even able to spend a second before he was pulled back into what was happening. His nails instinctively dug into Corey’s back, scratching and leaving behind angry-red lines. His mind and body was overwhelmed with pleasure, and the only thing he could do was weakly cling to Corey.
He was panting and gasping for air, almost like he was trying to catch his breath. Then, he managed to croak out a few words. "Co-orey..."
The sudden feeling of Sid clenching around him, paired with the words that left his mouth, was almost too much to handle. In the end, Corey’s eventual release felt almost like a punch, and he almost felt out of breath for a moment as the pleasure washed over him. He didn’t say anything at first, his body simply tensing up for a bit as his cum shot deep into Sid. He then pressed a slow kiss on the other man’s neck, and leaned close, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. He took a few breaths before he spoke, his tone slightly hoarse. “Yeah?”
Sid’s legs were trembling, the muscles still shaking from the orgasm. He still felt out of breath, his mind still slightly dazed from the pleasure. He could feel Corey’s breath still hot against his neck, and he let out a small whine. He wasn’t used to having back-to-back sessions, resulting in his body becoming even more sore now. He slumped against the wall behind him, his arms still around the other’s neck. Corey hummed as a response, and, for a few seconds, they both just stayed still, waiting for their breathing to return to normal. Once they slowly came down from their highs, he then pulled back for a moment, only to carefully turn off the water.
Then, he leaned in, and bit another soft kiss on his jawline, speaking softly, “Let’s get you dressed.”
Before Sid could fully react to the words, Corey began to move, stepping out of the shower, and carefully placing him on the counter. The vocalist turned to grab two towels, and when he turned around, he could see every single hickey and mark on Sid. The other’s neck, as well as a bit of his shoulders and even his chest, was littered with red and purple bruises and bite marks. Corey couldn’t help but to stare for a moment, his gaze almost fixated on the marks on the other man’s body. The sight was a little obscene, but he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. The marks were almost like a claim, like a sign of ownership. He loved knowing that the other man was basically his, and he was the only one who could see him like this. He then stepped forward, and wiped the water off him with one of the towels.
As he was drying him off, he then spoke again, his words still somewhat soft. “You’re going to have a hard time covering up those." His gaze was still focused on the other man’s neck, where the most prominent red and purple marks were. “You’ll probably have to wear a turtleneck.” He then paused, and a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Or maybe you’ll like having them shown off. I bet you would.” He knew that Sid was probably too tired to argue with him right now, so the words were mostly just teasing. But a part of him also knew his words held at least some truth. And, to his delight, his assumption was correct, as he saw the other man look away, his face turning a bit red. Even after everything they had just done, he still felt a bit embarrassed, it seemed. Cute. The thought of the other man walking around with all the marks, wearing a turtleneck in a vain attempt to cover them up, was enough to make him want to give the other man another round, right then and there. However, he forced himself to refrain, knowing that they simply didn’t quite have the time for a second round. He continued drying the other man off, still focusing on his neck for a bit before moving to the rest of him.
Once he was finished, Corey then spoke again, still in the same soft tone. “Stay here. I’ll grab you some clothes from my bag.” He set the towel down, before opening the bathroom door, and heading into the other room. The room was still dark, and Corey could only distinguish vague shadows thanks to the faint light streaming in from the window. He took a few strides to his bag, rummaging through the items, until he found some clean underwear and a plain tee, as well as a piece or two of clothing for himself.
A few seconds later, he returned, with the clothes in one hand. He handed them to the DJ, who had now been somewhat slumped on the bathroom counter, and watched as the younger man started to clumsily put on the clothes. The shirt was clearly several sizes too big and hung loose off one of Sid’s shoulders a bit, the hem of it reaching the middle of his thighs, and covering the boxers he was given. Corey couldn’t help but to notice how his arms were still trembling a bit, the muscles probably sore from the tension earlier. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing the other man wearing his clothes. It was like the clothes were way too big for him, almost as if making him look smaller and weaker, while at the same time still highlighting his slim figure. Every now and then, the fabric would slide down, exposing the marks on the other man's skin, and Corey simply couldn’t help but to stare, once again.
He then spoke again, his words still surprisingly soft, "Come here, I'll dry your hair."
The thought of someone drying his hair after everything that had happened felt almost a bit funny to Sid. He wasn’t used to being taken care of, except for if he had a major injury and physically couldn’t move properly. But right now, he was too tired to refuse the offer. He just nodded, and slid off the counter, managing to land and stay on his feet. He was a little shaky, his legs wobbly and feeling weak, but he slowly moved over to the other, close enough so that Corey could easily dry his hair. Despite the situation, the image could almost be described as domestic. Corey then stepped behind him, and grabbed a towel, starting to pat his hair dry. From his perspective, Sid almost reminded him of a wet kitten. His hair was damp and sticking up in random directions. The marks on his neck and shoulders were still visible, and it was clear that it would take a while for them to disappear. As Corey continued drying off his hair, he felt himself getting lost in the task at hand. There was a sense of intimacy in the act that he couldn’t really describe, and he couldn’t help but to let his brain imagine all sorts of scenarios, some of which were definitely not workplace-appropriate.
When he finally finished, he set the towel down, and spoke again, his words still slightly soft, “There. You’re done now.” He then paused, and a small smirk slowly started to form on his lips, “Unless you want me to do something else, of course.”
Despite the exhaustion settling on him, a shiver went down Sid’s spine when he heard the other man’s words. While the thought of going another round was incredibly tempting, the ache in and around his ass was a good enough reminder that he should probably take the night off. But, even still, he couldn’t deny that the smirk on the other man was making him feel some type of way.
He then spoke, his words coming out a bit hesitant and unsure, “…Like what?”
Seeing the other man shiver made Corey feel both a sense of satisfaction and also a thrill of excitement. It was almost like he was teasing a wounded puppy. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.
He then hummed, as if he was pondering his words for a second, and then responded, his tone playful, “Oh, I don't know. Maybe something more... personal.” He then moved closer, and leaned over him. One of his hands landed on his waist again, and he felt a bit of satisfaction as he once again felt how soft and small it was. “Or maybe... something a bit more... intense?” His hand then slid down, and rested on the other man's backside, giving it a gentle squeeze, pulling a small wince from Sid, before he continued, “I know you're probably sore, but I could make it quick.” He then leaned in, close to his ear. “You think you can handle another round?” He then bit down on the other man's earlobe. A low groan left the other man's mouth, and Sid was visibly fighting with himself to not give in that easily. While he did want the attention, and it was hard for him to resist, he was also very sore, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally oversensitise himself. He would be unable to move normally tomorrow if he were to spend the whole night repeating what they already did.
He then tried to pull back, and tried to keep a straight face as he managed to push out the words, “I don’t…” he began, though he trailed off a bit. “… I-I’m just... really tired right now.” Even though he was a bit disappointed to hear him say no, Corey couldn’t help but to find it quite funny. The sight of Sid having to restrain himself because of how sore he was was both a bit pitiful but at the same time, it was giving Corey a rush and a sense of control. It was almost as if he held a leash on the other man.
He then leaned back, and spoke once more, his tone still teasing, “Tired, huh? Didn’t know you had that weakness.” Then, he added with a smirk, “I could always just carry you to bed.”
Sid’s brain was currently a war zone between lust and exhaustion. On one hand, he loved the attention, and the thought of Corey carrying him and doing things to him was definitely very appealing, but on the other hand, he was already sore from earlier, and the thought of having to walk tomorrow was enough to make him decline the offer.
He then shook his head, and responded, his words coming out a bit stubborn, “N-No, I’m good.” While it was taking a lot of his willpower to refuse, pride was still pride. At the other man's stubborn reply, he couldn't help but to chuckle, clearly entertained by the situation. He was clearly enjoying seeing Sid fighting back, fighting the urges, and the way the other was trying to refuse was almost like a puppy playfully fighting against a leash. And Corey was loving every second of it.
He then hummed, and leaned in again, his words still teasing, "Are you sure? I could make it really good for you. And, I know you want it."
Even though Sid tried to deny the fact, they both knew that he wanted it. From the way he was trembling, the way he wasn't able to stop himself, to the way he just looked. He was so very sensitive and vulnerable, his body still red with bite marks and hickeys, and the fact that only Corey had seen him like this was just adding to his excitement. He was clearly unable to resist for long, which only made him want him more.
He then stepped forward again, and grabbed his waist, pulling him close. "Come on, Sid... stop playing hard to get." His mouth then travelled down, and landed on his shoulder, starting to kiss the skin, his tongue darting out to taste the other man. “Come on, you know you want it.” Another kiss, on his collarbone, followed by a small bite, almost like it was a reminder, “Let me take care of you.” Then, he sucked on the soft skin near his pulse point, feeling the rapid beating against his lips, before he continued, “I'll be more gentle this time.”
Sid, while the offer still lingered in his mind, shook his head. “… No, Corey, I… I-I can’t, right now,” he declined, his words a mumble. His body felt exhausted and sore, but even so, he could feel a boner forming, the longer the other man spoke. However, for the first time in a while, Sid was rather adamant on letting his body take a break. There was only one instance where he had kept pushing, kept letting his bandmates ruin him. He hadn’t been able to walk for the next few days, more or less incapacitating him and leaving him with a painful and aching body. He hadn’t been able to do anything without assistance, which he hated. Corey sighed, not even bothering to argue with him. In the end, he couldn't force the other man on the matter. He let go of his waist, and stepped back again, a small frown forming on his face. It was clear that he was disappointed, but he tried to hide it.
Then, he spoke again, his tone still a bit annoyed, but not necessarily mad. “Fine. Have it your way.” He ran a hand through his wet hair, and sighed again before he continued, “I’m gonna get dressed, then.”
As Corey left the room to change, Sid was left alone in the bathroom. He quietly sighed to himself, the vocalist’s words echoing in his head. He felt bad, not quite being able to deliver what was expected of him, but Sid didn’t—couldn’t push himself that far. He didn’t exactly feel comfortable with it, knowing how rough Corey got, even with the promise of being gentle. As much as he trusted him, he also knew him enough to see past the poorly-masked swear. He could practically smell the lust-driven desire in it. And, if it was any other day, maybe he would’ve accepted. However, the DJ just wasn’t in the mood right now.